On the day of the accident, Hashimoto Nana was still in school.
She still remembers clearly that Nagano, the math teacher at the time, rushed to the classroom where she was at that time and called her to the corridor outside the classroom.
Teacher Nagano is a woman about fifty years old. She always has a pair of heavy eyes hanging on the bridge of her nose. She always wears mostly dark clothes and looks ordinary. Not only was she usually friendly and kind, she had never been in a hurry with anyone, and it was rare that she even spoke a little louder, but this time she looked anxious.
At that time, Nana Hashimoto only thought that she had made a big mistake without knowing it, and she was a little worried. Under the strange and concerned gazes of the whole class, he left the classroom without saying a word. After closing the door, he turned around, only to see the other party with a serious look on his face and said: "Hashimoto-san, there is something important that I need to inform you, please." You prepare yourself mentally."
"What's up?"
The most serious thing in Nana Hashimoto's mind at the time was that her grades plummeted during the final exam, disappointing her parents to such a degree that she never expected the conversation that followed.
"Your father had an accident and is currently being treated in the hospital. He may not be able to survive -"
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"Your mother called the school and asked me to take you to the hospital now -"
"..."
"Let's go quickly, we're running out of time."
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Hashimoto Nana didn't know how she followed Teacher Nagano out of the school in the next period of time, took a taxi and rushed to the hospital. By the time she regained consciousness from her hazy state, she was already downstairs in the hospital.
Looking up, I saw that the sky was gray and the dark clouds were as thick as lead, as if it was going to snow. But unexpectedly, she didn't feel very cold. She didn't know whether it was because the clothes she wore were thick enough, or because she was so anxious subconsciously that she didn't care about it for a long time.
The nurse on duty took them to the corridor outside the operating room, where Mrs. Hashimoto and her brother Kenta Hashimoto had been waiting here for a long time. The former's eyelids were red and swollen from crying, his face was haggard, and he looked like the sky was falling. Even when he found her coming, he just glanced at her, and then fell into that lost state again.
The latter was still young and could not quite understand the seriousness of the matter at this time. Although he was sad, he felt more at a loss. However, he was infected by the atmosphere and started crying unconsciously and sobbing beside him.
In contrast, Hashimoto Nana seems to be the most mature and calm among the three.
The nurse gave her a look of praise and sigh, then gave each of them a glass of water to comfort them and calm down. As for Teacher Nagano, after sending her here, since she still had classes to attend to at school, he comforted her and Mrs. Hashimoto for a few words before leaving in a hurry again.
The waiting time was extremely long.
To this day, Hashimoto Nana can no longer remember exactly how long she waited. She only remembers that there were many people coming and going outside the corridor, but the clock on the wall moved very slowly, and every minute and every second paused for a long time. , for so long that her heartbeat was almost at the same level with it, and she was slowly out of breath.
The seats in the corridor outside the operating room seemed to have someone's unsettling magic power. It was difficult to sit on them calmly. The dead air was filled with a solemn atmosphere, and even the water in the water glass seemed to freeze due to the depressing low pressure. Became ice.
It wasn't until an unknown amount of time passed that the closed door of the operating room finally opened.
Everyone immediately gathered around him like ants attracted by honey. A middle-aged man who looked like the attending doctor came out. He looked tired, and even before he could wipe away the fine sweat on his forehead, he took a deep breath. After taking a breath, he bowed and said in a deep voice.
"terribly sorry--"
This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The grieving Mrs. Hashimoto tilted her head and fainted. Fortunately, the nurse next to her held her in time to prevent her from falling.
The younger brother was frightened by this scene and started to cry loudly. The whole corridor was in chaos. The stretcher and the medical staff came and went, comforting the crying brother Hashimoto, and helping Mrs. Hashimoto who had fainted to get on the stretcher, and then hurried to the emergency room.
Only Hashimoto Nanami, who was standing calmly on the spot, had the opportunity to glance into the operating room at this chaotic moment, and saw the figure lying on the operating table that had been covered with white cloth, and saw the figure looming under the white cloth. Half a face——
The face was familiar, pale but extremely calm, so calm that it even made people feel a little peaceful.
It's like falling asleep...
For some reason, Hashimoto Nanami suddenly had such an idea in her mind.
Then I finally couldn't control my sadness, and tears couldn't stop pouring from my eyes, blurring my vision and reason. I squatted on the ground helplessly and cried.
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Not long after that day passed, there was Hashimoto's father's funeral.
Hashimoto Nana didn't take the time to go to school to ask for a few days off. In fact, even if she didn't go to school to apply, the knowledgeable teacher Nagano had already prepared these few days for her, so it was just a process.
The funeral was not well-arranged, even a little shabby, and not many people came. Most of them were relatives, friends, and colleagues who were friends and colleagues of Hashimoto’s father.
Of course, there were also Hashimoto Nanami's friends and classmates, as well as members of the basketball team. Most of them stood far away and bowed. Seeing the girl's haggard look, they did not go over to talk to her, but asked the attendants. Mr. Nagano got up and helped, compiled a letter of condolences written by everyone, and secretly sent it during the funeral.
After the ritual, snow started to fall from the sky. It was obviously April, but it still snowed in Asahikawa. Everyone said that the snow fell for the death of Hashimoto’s father, even Mrs. Hashimoto was no exception. Believe in this.
The falling snowflakes extinguished the lit incense, but no one cared about it. The staff and relatives who were responsible for helping with the funeral helped drive Hashimoto's father's coffin to the cemetery for burial. The whole process was silent. Occasionally, some people secretly glanced at the siblings who were standing beside Mrs. Hashimoto throughout the whole process, and their eyes could not help but flash. A sigh lamenting their pitiful fate.
Hashimoto Nana didn't notice these glances, but she didn't care.
Her eyes followed the dark and thick coffin, which was buried inch by inch in the soil. She felt as if something was missing in her heart, and there was a sense of unreality, too empty to describe.
Suddenly, a low sobbing sound came to my ears.
Turning around, he realized that his mother had seen this scene and couldn't help crying with red eyes. Her younger brother was holding her hand helplessly, with the same confusion and sadness on her face.
It was only then that she suddenly realized that that glance was the last real face-to-face between her and her father——
The way to leave was so ordinary.
From then on, some people can only see it through cameras and memories.
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